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sunnynwanda · 7 months

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How about a villain who fell inlove with a sidekick hero?

Villain & Sidekick

"Well, well, well." Sidekick can feel Villain's voice hitting their back and penetrating their spine. It ricochets off the walls, prickling their skin and stilling them in place in the middle of the dark corridor. "If it isn't my favourite wannabe hero!"

They should be used to the taunting intonations and mocking words by now, but somehow they are not. Hero would laugh in their face for such weakness of emotion. Or maybe they would get an educational beating instead. Sidekick did not understand how that was supposed to harden them.

"Where's your boss, darling?" Villain inquires, slowly strutting towards them. Sidekick refuses to turn around, determined to keep up appearances in case they decide to leave now. Villain would never know why they came in the first place. "You don't actually think you can defy me alone, do you?"

Not that they would fight Sidekick, ever. Mostly for the purpose of maintaining their reputation, but also because they couldn't bring themselves to hurt them. In fact, they were certain to maim anyone who did. Like that time Hero backhand slapped Sidekick amidst the battle for something they had no control over. Villain never forgot the way the poor creature stumbled back and landed on the floor, their hand pressed to their cheek. Needless to say, Villain made sure to wipe said floor with Hero's pathetic face that day, just to make them feel the same pain and humiliation.

Villain shakes their head, trying to focus on the situation at hand. They hum to themselves, noticing the tension in their favourite enemy's shoulders. Something's wrong. They round Sidekick and stop a few steps away, allowing their eyes to roam all over their body. Something's very wrong.

"Sidekick?" When they don't meet their gaze, Villain takes a step closer. "What's wrong?"

"I couldn't go home." The words are barely above a whisper. Villain moves closer, reaching for the switch to turn the lights on. "Hero wouldn't understand."

When the light illuminates their face all of a sudden, Sidekick squints and attempts to look away to hide their face. Villain catches their wrist, drawing them closer and hooking a finger under their chin to get a proper look. That's when their heart drops down to their feet. Or Sidekick's feet. They don't even know anymore.

"Who did this to you?" Villain's voice is now laced with worry that they cannot explain to the person in front of them. Not that it matters when said person is beaten and buttered, with cuts and bruises littering their beautiful face. Villain wants to kiss each and every one of those wounds until nothing hurts anymore. "Hero?"

Sidekick shakes their head, biting into their split lip. They cannot fathom why they even decided to come here. Why was it Villain and not their boss who made them feel safe and comforted? Villain exhales loudly, willing the storm within themselves to calm. It does not, but they manage to lift a shaking hand and wipe a drop of blood off Sidekick's cheekbone before speaking again.

"My henchmen?" When Sidekick looks up at them with watery eyes, Villain can no longer suppress the angered growl rambling in their chest. They have made it blatantly clear that no one was allowed to lay a finger on Sidekick, let alone beat them to such a state.

"I'm gonna rip them to shreds." They say, wrath flaring behind their eyes. Sidekick attempts to say something, but Villain cuts them off with a finger pressed to their lips. "And then I'm gonna destroy your boss."

It's not a threat. Sidekick can see that much. It's a promise. One that they know Villain can keep. They shake their head no, leaning into Villain's embrace and resting their head against their chest.

"I'm going to punish them whether you like it or not," Villain sighs, picking them up and heading towards their bathroom. "But we'll talk about it in the morning."

Thank you for the request, lovely anon! I had a blast writing this :)

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#hero and villain #hero #villain #sidekick #sidekick and villain #protective villain #villain x hero #hero is an asshole boss #requested #creative writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #requests open #sunnynwanda

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tiredtreebranch1 · 8 months

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God, This Dagger Hurts

CW/TW: somewhat graphic descriptions of the feeling of a knife stabbed in someone

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Sidekick clutched onto the dagger in the left side of their stomach. Pain seared through them anytime they moved so they stayed still.

Their hands had slowly been drenched in blood as small amounts leaked around the offending item.

Cries of pain had turned into small sobs by then. Tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes tired from crying. The rest of their face was set into a grimace of pain. After a while of staying still the pain had turned into a dull throb. They sat with their head leaned against the alley wall with legs splayed out across the cold concrete floor. Their legs and limbs were starting to go numb with the cold and lack of blood.

They were fucked.

They had no idea what to do other than to not pull the knife out. And that was mainly just because of books and movies. Hero possibly mentioned it in their training as well. They had no way to stitch themselves up and they thought they might actually die if they had to do that. Not that they’re not going to die anyway. Walking wasn’t an option as they felt close to passing out and their legs didn’t seem to work anymore.

Maybe they just had to wait and see if someone walked down this random alley. But with their rotten luck it would be another mugger who would stab their other side and then they’d have two holes in them. Well, two more than usual.

With a groan they shifted slightly. Their lower back was starting to hurt from the odd and rigid position. They felt the knife shift inside of them and felt it scratching against their skin and muscles. The mask on their face was starting to itch, but they couldn’t gather the energy to lift their arm to take it off.

They closed their eyes and settled further into the wet alley floor.

Some unknown amount of time later they picked up the clacking of shoes on concrete. Coming towards them.

They opened their eyes and saw a shadowed figure standing over them. It was fucking terrifying.

Before they could call for help the figure crouched down. Now with their back no longer blocking the sun the figure was slightly illuminated.

“Villain! Shit!” Sidekick cried out, the fear in their veins cranking up to a hundred. They straightened their back as much as they could and tried to make their limbs work.

Villain was their mentor’s, Hero’s, nemesis. They had been taught for a long time to fear Villain and never ever stop. Anytime the two of them came into contact with Villain on the job Hero always made sure to keep Sidekick away from Villain. They sent them to guard the entrance or literally anything else that meant they were far away. This had caused some killer bruises and wounds while Hero fought Villain by themselves.

Sidekick flinched as Villain reached out a silent hand. Their body felt too lethargic for them to control the inherent flight reaction Villain was causing.

Villain merely tutted and grasped Sidekick's chin. Their chin was lifted until their eyes met Villain’s.

“I need to see your wound,” Villain said while making pointed eye contact.

Sidekick shook their head, refusing even in their weakened state to trust Villain.

“Move your hand,” Villain commanded.

Was Villain stupid? If Sidekick moved their hand they would bleed out. Sidekick’s head lolled slightly on top of their neck.

Villain sighed and reached down with their free hand. Then they began prying Sidekick’s fingers off their side. Sidekick tried their best to keep their hand there but soon enough their bloody hand was grasped in Villain’s.

Villain leaned over and examined where the knife was buried hilt deep in Sidekick. They let out a breathy whistle that almost sounded impressed.

“You’re way too young to have a dagger in your side,” Villain said with a surprising amount of concern.

“‘m not young, just small for m’ age,” Sidekick recited the cover Hero had ingrained into them, albeit slightly more slurred than usual. The blood loss was getting to them.

Villain hummed with disbelief.

“Ser’sly, m’ old.”

Villain just nodded and placated Sidekick like one would an overtired toddler. They instead let go of Sidekick's hand and focused on the phone that appeared in their hand as they typed out a message. After a minute or so of typing they slipped their phone into a hidden pocket and looked at Sidekick properly.

“Alright, you’re coming with me. I can’t in good conscience leave a child bleeding out in an alleyway,” Villain declared.

“W-what?”

“I’m taking you back to one of my bases so we can get that dagger out of you.”

“No! I can't go w’th you! You’re Villain!” Sidekick cried, they really were in trouble.

“So?”

“‘m not allowed to be anyw’re near you I can’t j’st go back to your base! You could do anythin’ there!”

Sidekick tried to sit up further, groaning as their bloodless limbs protested loudly. They didn’t get very far before there was a firm hand on their chest.

“Woah, easy. It will be fine. I’m not going to torture you,” Villain assured, “I’m going to have my medics get that knife out of you and stitch you up. You’re then going to rest and recover so that when I return you to Hero you’re as good as when you left them.”

“I can’t. I’s ‘kay Hero’ll be here soon. We ‘ave our own medics,” Sidekick tried desperately. They needed Villain to leave as they had no chance of overpowering them at the moment.

“Hero is busy and won’t be anywhere near here for at least three hours. You are coming with me,” Villain said sternly.

Sidekick groaned. Villain grinned and sat down next to them depsite what looked to be quite an expensive suit.

“My team will be here in five, we’ll just have to wait,” Villain said and smiled at Sidekick again.

Sidekick was well and truly fucked.

Part 2

#realising that I don’t know how to title shit #writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #written by me #fiction #hero #hero x villain #not a prompt #sidekick #sidekick and villain #villain x hero #villain #I’ve written like three versions of this for three different stories #this one is my favorite

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whump-in-the-closet · 1 year

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A hero who’s become desperate for revenge, no matter the cost. And a villain to blame everything on.

The villain however is elusive, and the hero’s search always comes to a dead end. The pitched battles have been drawn out for years, and the hero’s need for revenge has intensified, worsened by a feeling of uselessness at being unable to catch one measly villain.

And then they find the Villain’s weak link: their sidekick. Nowhere near as experienced, twice as naive as the villain.

The sidekick disappears and when the villain finally finds them, weeks later, alone in an empty warehouse, there’s relief that’s instantly replaced with panic.

It’s a trap. There’s a knife to the sidekick’s throat.

And the hero? The hero is very happy with this development. They’re determined to make the villain suffer as they once suffered.

And if hurting the sidekick makes the villain scream and beg, then so be it.

#tw implied torture #tw death threat #tw knife mention #hero whumper #villain whumpee #sidekick whumpee #villain whump #etc #whump #whumpblr #whump prompts #whump community #whump prompt #whump writing #hero and villain drabble #sidekick and villain #it’s all very vague but whatever

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oopsiwhumpeditagain · 10 months

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"you're all alone, sidekick," villain taunted as they looked over the city. "hero isn't coming for you."

"no, hero will. they have to." sidekick whispered the second half. hero wouldn't leave them to villain, right?

"oh, sweet child, i don't know how you ended up a part of this war, but you should know now, war isn't fair. hero is gone and nobody would even know that you were missing."

"no, they promised. hero always promised to protect me."

"looks like you're without protection for now." villain laughed as they looked down at sidekick. there was enough blood to have villain wonder how sidekick was still conscious. "i don't even think hero truly cared, or why would they let you out of their sight?"

"it's not what you think. you don't understand."

#sidekick and villain #whump #whump prompt #sidekick whumpee #i guess #idrk

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nerdpoe · 3 months

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Titans Tower AU where Jason arrives to beat the shit out of Tim, only to find Tim waiting for him with a resume.

"As you can see, I would be a fantastic sidekick. I have also made a power point."

Apparently, the little Birdie and Bruce had gotten into a fight, and this was Tim's version of acting out.

#dcau #batman au #red hood #jason todd #robin #tim drake #tim isn't joking tho #he's been seriously considering it #dick got to have his fling with being a villains sidekick #and learned all sorts of neat tricks he refused to use to fight #so now it's Tim's turn.#story prompt

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save-the-villainous-cat · 29 days

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So sidekick is like the protective younger sibling (or younger sibling figure) of hero and they find out their older sibling is having a thing with the villain so they go and confront the villain and is all like “you don’t deserve to date my big sibling you sick, nasty villain”

But then villain pulls out the reverse uno card and is all like “oh please as if i don’t know you’re secretly seeing my henchman at the club every Friday night 🤨” then sidekick is like “😦😦they’re your HENCHMAN?-“

“I swear, if you touch them—”

“Oh please, they beg me for it.” They took a sip of their drink and leaned back, satisfied by the entertainment the sidekick gave them.

They were a lot like the hero, the villain realised. An angrier and smaller version of their nemesis.

“Ugh. Ew. Argh— I mean it, if you hurt them, you’re done.” The sidekick raised their finger but the villain couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you gonna do? Uninvite me to your birthday party?”

“You—”

In a sense, it put the villain’s mind at ease. To know that someone was there who was just as worried, just as protective over the hero was comforting. The hero needed to be protected with all their hot-headedness and impulsive decisions.

They could get into a lot of trouble, into a lot of fights. The villain had seen the scars.

“Listen, kid. You’re worried. But I promise, I don’t have any ill intentions.” They tapped their fingers against their glass.

The villain couldn’t get their mind off the hero. It was an actual problem at this point. It was more than a crush, more than dating. The villain was so helplessly devoted they found themselves pathetic.

A few months prior, they would’ve loathed this. But it was easy to forget everything when the hero’s hand was on their arm. When their fingers intertwined. When the hero held onto them when they got scared.

“Sorry, but I don’t exactly trust a villain. Do you think I’m dumb?”

“No. You’re clever and that’s why you’re going to believe me,” the villain said. “If I wanted them dead, they would be. Instead, I am stitching them back together.”

“That’s my job.”

“It shouldn’t be. You’re a kid.”

“I’ve been taking care of them my entire life.”

The villain tilted their head, smiling sadly.

“And that’s rather sad, don’t you think? The amounts of blood you’ve seen, the variety of wounds someone can endure — no child should see something like that.”

This time, the sidekick didn’t say anything, they just stared at the villain’s desk rather angrily. It was frustrating, the villain was fully aware of that.

It must’ve been difficult for the sidekick to realise something was changing, that their role as a caretaker was shifting. It must’ve been difficult not to feel replaced.

“I know you don’t agree with my methods. Neither does my lover. But I can promise you to take care of them, whatever it takes. You don’t have to carry this burden anymore.”

“It’s not a burden,” the sidekick snapped and the villain realised that the sidekick could’ve become a villain easily. They were angry and didn’t know how to handle that anger. They were frustrated and didn’t know how to express it. If they had been around the wrong people at the wrong time, they would’ve made a perfect victim of manipulation.

The villain wasn’t going to let that happen.

“They talk about you all the time,” the villain said. “Brag about your grades and awards.”

The sidekick looked up, eyes wide.

“What?”

“Oh, yeah. You play the violin, don’t you? And you’ve been obsessed with this new video game, aren’t you?”

The sidekick nodded. Suddenly, they seemed a little embarrassed.

“But you also get into a lot of trouble at school. Can’t stand bullies?”

The sidekick shook their head.

“They couldn’t be more proud,” the villain said. For a second, all was quiet. The villain was reminded of a lost childhood, of tears and fear. Of feeling alone, of losing everything. “Listen. They love you more than anything and I cannot change that, even if I wanted to. And I don’t. I guess I am trying to say that there’s two people now who can protect them. Plus, they’re not completely helpless.”

Now, the sidekick smiled softly.

“They’re stupid, though.”

“Oh, totally,” the villain agreed.

“They need me.”

“You need them just as much. They can’t give you that when they’re exhausted and need stitches all the time.”

“…I guess you have a point.” The sidekick let out a big sigh and rubbed their face with their hands. And that was the moment the villain knew they had changed their mind. It wasn’t easy to let go of habits and the villain was fully aware that this wasn’t over, that the sidekick would try to slip back into their role every now and then.

But this was a great start. That kid needed more free time.

“I always do.” The villain grinned. “They’re in good hands, don’t worry. I’ll take over the bloody parts and the tears, you do the video games and laundry fights, alright?”

“Ugh. Fine. That doesn’t mean I like you,” the sidekick said. They stood up, false annoyance all over them.

“Mmm, don’t worry. That’ll kick in later. Now get lost, don’t you have a science project or something to take care of?”

“You’re so annoying.” They were heading for the door but the villain had one last sideswipe. They couldn’t help themselves.

“Oh, tell my henchman to do their work on time when you see them tomorrow, will you?” They tried not to smile when the sidekick turned around.

“Excuse me?” The villain stood up, walked around the table.

“Tomorrow at the club, I mean. I’ve heard you’re quite the wildcards together.”

“Hey, what do you mean, your henchman?”

“Just try not to devour each other in front of other people, I don’t want to hear anything about that.”

The villain gave them a smile and pushed them gently out of the room.

“Woah, wait, hey—”

“Bye bye.” They closed the door of their office with a cheery demeanour. They’d always been a sucker for a little drama.

pt. 2

#to carry home my little soldier #writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #sidekick #sidekick x henchman

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 1 year

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Short Prompt #1123

“Your abilities are simply incredible!” The villain exclaimed, ranting as they walked in a circle. “How in the world did Hero ever manage to get you on their side?!”

The sidekick paused lockpicking their cuffs. “...You think my powers are incredible?”

#hero x villain #villain x sidekick #writing #writeblr #villain #sidekick #prompt #short prompt #writing prompt #heroes and villains #hero x villain community #writing community #smuwfy #some messed up writing for you

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whatthehellami · 5 months

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"Can we like, reschedule today's fight? I have an exam?"

"YOU'RE IN SCHOOL?"

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kagekitsuneoflight · 1 year

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It’s kinda funny that Jason is, in every sense of the word, the most normal Robin. Unironically, there wasn’t anything uniquely special about him before he was Robin. He was a street kid. His dad was a goon (which makes sense for Gotham. It’s a goon breeding ground) and his adoptive mom was a girl who fell in love with the bad boy, got disowned by her upper middle class parents and adopted her boyfriend’s infant son. Even his biological mother isn’t anything special! She was just a doctor who ended up becoming corrupt.

Jason Todd was no circus kid who could do an impossible signature trick. He wasn’t being scouted by some evil hidden organization.

He wasn’t the rich boy genius who lived next door.

He’s not the son of a supervillain (as lame as cluemaster is, he still *counts*).

He’s not the secret son of Bruce Wayne.

And he’s not a metahuman, nor did he led a whole organization of teens to fight when Batman couldn’t.

He’s the most regular boy to ever enter become a hero in Gotham. He wanted to do good things for the sake of doing good. He grew up poor with regular parents, where bad things happened to them. The kinds of things that could happen to *any* person living in Gotham.

There is nothing about him, pre-Robin and as Robin, that makes him Not Like Regular Kids.

His dad was a goon (who, depending on the run, was either killed by Two-Face OR. Just sent to prison and killed in prison! Which makes his backstory even PLAINER-) and his mother was a drug addict with cancer. Jason ends up homeless, and almost steals the bat mobile tires. The only thing that makes him stand out from any other tragedy befallen kid in Gotham is the fact he was bold enough to do that, get Batman’s attention, and continue to be bold enough to go against a crime lord (who was apparently his grandmother, the most interesting person in his family, but since she’s almost never brought up, she’s likely no more significant than a one-issue villain in the crime lord power hierarchy). Batman realized that Jason wasn’t going to really stop, and honestly he kinda grew on him, so he decided to adopt Jason, and eventually allow him to become Robin.

There just isn’t anything amazingly special about his backstory. The few moments where something could have been done to make it more interesting (like his biological mother) but ended up taking the most boring option. You can’t do much of anything now to enhance his past without upsetting much more well established canon, and not without making people wonder “well if his grandmother was such a big name in crime, why hasn’t she been brought up before?”

Jason Todd was a wonderful Robin (providing that he actually has a writer who likes him). He has a golden heart, he’s the voice of reason. He’s everything that a Robin needs to be for Batman. But compared to everyone else, he was nothing special. In a way, his lack of Not Like Regular Kids makes him stand out in a much more subtle way.

As if someone asked the question “Do I need to be someone special to be Robin?” And the answer was “You don’t need to be someone special, you just need to be brave, like Jason Todd was.”

#jason todd #robin jason todd #seriously they could have made anyone his biological mom. to add drama. to add spice #but they instead said ‘well. he’s a simple kid’#everyone else is some delicacy food at a dinner table. and Jason? Jason is like. tomato soup.#HOWEVER. i will NOT forgive the disregard of making Jason stand out from his siblings more.#everyone has a specific niche that they noticeably can excel #or like. a very specific villain is like ‘YOU. i want to train YOU to be MY sidekick.’#or or. the backstory alone is enough to make them stand out.#Jason gets uh. crime? he’s good at killing people.#which isn’t even consistently his Thing by the way since no one knows where to put him on the hero to villain scale #if only there was something he could have that no one else does!#\*i stare long and hard at the All Caste and Magic*#shut up kage #edit: I’m so!! CLUEMASTER. ITS CLUEMASTER.

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unboundprompts · 7 months

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Random Prompt #80

"The plan," he sighed, "did not go as planned."

She looked at him in disbelief. "You dumb fuck."

#writing prompts #dialogue prompt #creative writing #otp prompts #random prompt #writeblr #story prompt #prompts #character banter prompts #villain and sidekick

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avvail · 1 month

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prompt #101

The villain’s fingers closed around the sidekick’s throat, digging so hard into the skin, it was already blooming with red marks. They gasped, choking and grappling uselessly at their wrist, but nothing was working. The hero shakily lifted themselves onto their knees, tongue spitting out words before they could stop themselves.

“Stop!” They blurted, their voice shaking. The sidekick’s eyes were wide with terror. “Stop it, just–just let them go. Let go of them. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

The villain calmly turned their head towards them. The sidekick squeaked when their grip tightened in a cruel, almost mocking gesture. “And what would that be?”

The hero released a shuddering breath. Their pleading eyes met the villain’s, relaxed and unbothered. Their lips quivered.

“Me?” They breathed.

With the way the villain’s lip twitched into a knowing smirk, the hero knew they had given the right answer.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #hero villain #villain hero #hero and villain #villain and hero #hero #villain #sidekick #possessiveness #writing prompt #story prompt #prompt #my prompt #writing #my writing #avvail

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epiclamer · 1 month

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Part 2

“You’re finally awake~”

Sidekick barely registered the voice over the pounding of their heart in their head. They stretched their neck up to try and see whomever had tied them spread eagle to a bed, but could hardly get a glance from their restrained position.

Footsteps resounded through the room until they stopped somewhere near the foot of the bed. The hero-in-training gulped, they were terrified.

“W-Who are you?”

Their capturer huffed a laugh, stepping over to the side of the bed and into the sidekick’s view. “You’ve yet to meet me, darling. I’m a friend of your friend.”

The sidekick pursed their lips in an awkward frown, masking their unease. “By friend, you mean enemy… right?”

The other, presumably Villain (the sidekick guessed), smirked. “I guess you could say that.”

Hot sweat ran down the sidekick’s back and into the soft sheets below them, for some reason their whole body felt hot. Were they drugged? Truth serum-ed? Maybe even poisoned?

“You might have a concussion, I hit you quite hard over the head.” As if on queue, the sidekick felt a sudden sharp sting at the back of their head and for a sickening moment they realized the sweat coating their hair wasn’t actually sweat at all. “I didn’t think you’d be that easy to take down, if I’m being honest.”

The villain shrugged, somewhat amused as they watched the sidekick’s pale face distort in a mix of unresolved emotions. Eyeing their prisoner up and down from their jail cell of a bed with a look Sidekick had only ever been warned about by Hero before.

Sidekick’s mouth opened and closed, searching for something to say, toying with the idea of talking their way out of a torture session. “Y-You know, Hero is still out there. If you’re looking for them, I-I mean you just missed them—”

“Do they teach you to sell out your superiors immediately in hero school? Or is that just your own last ditch attempt to get away scott-free as a coward?”

Sidekick shut up. Villain had a point, they weren’t exactly painting the best picture for their reputation.

The villain grinned, leaning over the bed and placing a hand against the sidekick’s chest. They let their fingers wander as they spoke, “I will say though, coward or not, you sure are putting this body to waste working for that rat of a hero you call your mentor.”

Their second hand crept up along the sidekick’s torso and the criminal didn’t hesitate to begin slowly unbuttoning their dress shirt. Both of their eyes focused on the bits of skin that were carefully being revealed as they worked the lower buttons apart.

Sidekick’s breath hitched, was Villain seriously hitting on them? What were they doing? What was happening? None of Hero’s master classes could’ve prepared them for this moment.

The further down the villain’s hands went the more the sidekick’s heartbeat picked up. They convinced themselves it was because of the torture that was increasingly impending and not the fact that someone as breathtaking as the villain was, was stripping them down.

They began to struggle, pulling subtly—or so they thought—against their bonds, letting the burn from the rope digging into their skin distract them from the villain’s fingers exploring their body.

Pulling back the fabric of their button-up, Villain revealed the hero-in-training to their hungry eyes. Going straight to teasingly tracing their nails into the sidekick’s skin, relishing in their goosebumps and gasps.

“Sweetheart,” Villain’s eyes flicked to Sidekick’s, digging their nails into their fleshy shoulders hard enough to draw blood. “Don’t pull on the ropes, okay? I guarantee you that my knots are more than strong enough to hold, so be a dear and don’t hurt yourself any more than you already have.”

For some reason, Sidekick stopped, they didn’t fight back harder like they were taught. The villain’s eyes were entrancing and their voice was soft but stern, guiding the sidekick’s actions and thoughts with every word they spoke.

Hero had warned them of that.

Villain smiled, pleased with their captive as they continued their soft tracing of skin. Leaving behind angry, red, crescents on the sidekick’s shoulder in their wake. “Hero spoke of you, but they never mentioned how good you look… What a shame.”

Sidekick’s face burned a beet coloured red. “W-What?”

“Well, I would’ve kidnapped you a lot sooner if I had known~” Villain drawled as if it were obvious and Sidekick cursed their lucky genes.

“But enough chit chat,” the criminal brought their hands back to their sides. “Let’s get back to the real reason you’re here…”

And in a second the sidekick’s heart lurched into their throat at the ‘snap’ of switchblade flipping open.

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tiredtreebranch1 · 8 months

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God, This Dagger Hurts (Pt.2)

Two people asked for a part two and that's more than enough for me to have reason to write it.

Enjoy!

Part 1

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Sidekick tried to steady their breaths. They felt like their lungs were trying to escape their chest aided by their heart hammering a hole through their ribs. Or maybe they could escape together through the hole in their side.

As sidekick breathed in deep, they felt the stitches in their side pull. They held their breath and closed their eyes.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four. They felt the stitches ease as they slowly released the trapped air from their lungs.

God, they might throw up.

They had been lying in this hospital bed for a full day now and along with going stir crazy they also had to deal with the constant anxiety. But they couldn’t let their guard down. They needed to stay alert. Just in case Villain tried something.

This was thought despite the fact that Villain had shown no aggression to Sidekick. Villain had not so much as threatened Sidekick since they had found them in that alleyway. It was kind of weird considering how much Sidekick had been warned of them.

That being said they hadn’t actually seen Villain since they had been handed off to Medic to stop the bleeding.

Sidekick breathed in again, repeating the calming method they had been taught. Breath in for five, hold for four, out for six.

As they breathed out, they opened their eyes. They relaxed further into their hospital bed and looked up.

Right into the eyes of Villain.

Sidekick yelped and jumped with surprise, “what the hell! When did you get here?”

Villain grinned, obviously amused.

“Only a minute or so. Didn’t you hear me?”

“No!” The anxiety that had been simmering within Sidekick turned up to a boil.

“That’s alright,” Villain said and sat down in the armchair next to Sidekick’s bed.

Sidekick stared at Villain. Villain gazed back while making themselves comfortable in the chair.

When Sidekick couldn’t handle the silence any longer, they spoke up, “why are you here?”

“Because this is my base?” Villain said, tilting their head.

Sidekick sighed internally at Villain’s innocent act, “why are you in this room?”

“Am I not allowed to see how my nemesis’ sidekick is recovering?”

“The fact in itself that you're letting me recover is weird enough. Let alone the fact that you're interested in how I’m doing it,” Sidekick said truthfully. This non-threatening side of Villain was confusing.

Villain chuckled, “yes, I suppose it is.”

Sidekick started at Villain both annoyed with Villain’s evasive answers and wary of where this was all going.

Villain sighed and held steady eye contact with Sidekick, “you’ve done nothing wrong so why would I hold the actions of your employer against you? As far as I’m concerned, you’re just some kid I found in an alleyway who would have bled to death had I not helped.”

“But you’re the villain! It’s not supposed to matter either way! You’re not supposed to be helpful and kind and going around patching up random kids!” Sidekick cried, they didn’t like this.

“Not everything’s so black and white Sidekick. Just because I’m the Villain in your story doesn’t mean I am in everyone’s.”

Sidekick stared bewildered at Villain. They didn’t want it to be complicated. They needed clear lines they could draw in the sand and say “if you’re past here then I am allowed to not like you”. They needed Villain to be a monster so they could destroy them without feeling bad.

Villain shoulders slumped in disappointment, “I know that it might not make sense with everything you have experienced, and everything you’ve seen Hero experience. But just because you and the ‘Hero’ Agency,” they held up air quotes here and almost spat the name, “have labelled me as a monster does not mean I am.”

When no coherent response came from Sidekick Villain stood with a bone deep sigh.

“I just hope one day you will realise you’re not necessarily fighting for the good side,” and with that ‘Villain’ left.

Sidekick didn’t see them for the rest of their stay.

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Two days later Sidekick awoke in their own bed. They had no recollection of how they got there, only remembering falling asleep the night before.

They were left with no note, only new bandages around their mid-section and painkillers bathed in the morning sun on their bedside table.

They heard ‘Hero’ clamber up the stairs and they turned over in their bed.

God, that dagger had fucked them over.

#villain #sidekick and villain #sidekick #wrote this instead of the the next chapter of my fanfiction #fiction #written by me #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writing #not a prompt #kinda short but i don't know what else tp add #i love figuring out the plot as i write #no planning allowed

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whump-in-the-closet · 2 years

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Sidekick Can’t Talk

TW: mention of removal of vocal chords, implied wounds (I clearly have no idea how to tag stuff please let me know if I should add anything or if I did it incorrectly)

The alley was dark and Villain wanted nothing more than to be home. They shoved their hands more deeply into their coat pockets and hoped they wouldn’t get frostbite. Their thoughts were on coffee and ice packs for their bruised ribs. They could thank Hero for the pain. And the limp.

Another day, another fight that had ended in Villain’s humiliation. This time they had barely escaped. They were so deep in their thoughts, they walked right past a huddled figure without thinking twice about it.

What stopped them was the sound of muffled crying.

Villain turned on their heel. They peered into the shadows, walking over to the shape crouched in the darkness.

They recognized them instantly. If only by their mask. The real question was what was Hero’s Sidekick doing on the streets. Villain stood over them awkwardly.

Sidekick didn’t look up, but kept their face in their arms, shoulders shaking.

Villain shrugged. This was not their problem. They turned to leave, working their jaw in a tight circle, and then turned back. They unbuttoned their jacket and draped it over Sidekick.

Sidekick’s gaze flickered up.

Villain tried to look nonchalant. It was rather hard when they were freezing. They were sure their hands were going to be frostbitten by the time they got home. “You good there?”

Sidekick looked at them strangely and Villain suddenly felt distinctly uncomfortable. Sidekick looked– they looked terrified. They gestured for Villain to leave, yanking off the jacket and trying to give it back.

“Hey, hey, no it's okay. You can have it.” Villain smiled, dropping down to Sidekick’s eye level. “Really, I don’t want it.”

Sidekick shook their head frantically, extending the jacket again.

Villain refused to take it. Their eyes narrowed. Something was off. Sidekick had never talked much, but something was off.

“What are you doing out here?”

Sidekick faltered, their gaze dropping. They seemed to curl in on themselves.

Villain reached out, placing a hand on Sidekick’s shoulder. “Sidekick?”

Sidekick jerked away at the touch and as they pulled back, Villain saw the scars. The scars on Sidekick's throat. The kind of scars they would have if someone cut out their vocal chords.

Villain froze for the second time that night, blood rushing to their head. “You– you can’t talk.”

Sidekick shuddered. They shook their head.

Villain had the irrepressible urge to punch the wall. Which was stupid. They had committed worse crimes than this. And yet. And yet this made them angrier than they had even been. They lowered their voice, trying to sound calm. “Was it Hero?”

Sidekick stared straight ahead. They were visibly trembling.

Villain’s voice darkened. “Can you stand? We’re going to get you somewhere safe, and then I’m going to have a little chat with Hero.”

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flamingpudding · 6 months

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Fictober23 Prompt: 27 - "I don't know if they will accept this."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

A/N: Started writing this yesterday and finished it during lunch break today. So I decided to take a break tomorrow and post this early :D

Danny nervously poked his scrambled eggs as he sunk just a little lower in his chair. His eyes flicked back and forth between all of his new siblings that were currently in a heated discussion not noticing his slow withdrawal from the discussion and acting like he really didn't want to get noticed by them.

"Have you seen Mister Freeze's new sidekick? The white haired one that's probably a Meta with ice powers?"

"You mean Wraith?"

"Wait, I thought the kid was Ivy's sidekick? He helped blow up a facility last week!"

"No, no, no, no! Isn't he with Scarecrow?! I am sure he accidentally screwed up with the Fear Gas ten days ago so no one go harmed! But Scarecrow screamed at him that being new to the job wasn't an excuse."

"Didn't he help Catwoman steal two artifacts a couple days ago? One of them wasn't cat themed though I am pretty sure he was with her that time…"

"Wasn't he also the kid that was with Joker the last time he broke out? You know the white haired kid that was forced to assist him and tripped him right into his own trap and made the whole arrest a lot easier and quicker than usually?"

"It's like the kid switches who's sidekick he is every week…"

"Maybe he is interning with villains before breaking off to do his own thing? We better keep an eye on him."

Danny sank just a little bit lower in his chair and avoided looking at Alfred. Of course Danny knew about his new family's night time jobs, well day time in Duke's case, but when they had asked him if he wanted to take part in it he had declined. They didn't know about his second form, they only thought of him as a Meta with ghost powers that just escaped a horrible situation and now wanted a quiet and somewhat normal life. So they had accepted his decline in going into hero work, especially Alfred and Bruce appeared to be most relieved and happy about that decision at first.

But what Danny hadn't told them was that he might have declined going back into hero work, that didn't mean he would stay completely out of that side of his new family's life. The half ghost hadn't planned on it but it had all started with him accidentally coming across Poison Ivy. She reminded him of Sam in her values, so before his brain was able to catch up Danny asked if she wanted help blowing a facility that was pumping toxic waste into the water. Years of helping Sam with organizing activist protests did that to his brain.

One thing led to another and somehow Danny found himself more often than he liked in his phantom form acting as a sidekick or assistant to the rogues this family was fighting. In a way Danny felt like he was now more of an anti-hero than a hero, still fulfilling his obsession of protecting by finding creative ways to foil the rogues' plans if they get too dangerous or murderous but not really doing the whole righteous hero stick either.

Plus by working with Mister Freeze and Scarecrow at times he also gets to fully live out the mad scientist side of his brain. With them especially he gets to create whatever his weird wired brain could come up with, though, he did 'accidentally' leave behind USBs or papers with his inventions for Tim to find at the crime scenes.

What his new brother did with them was none of his business. If the Bats and Birds suddenly had new equipment in their arsenal that looked eerily similar to his inventions than that was that.

The problem was… his new family probably wouldn't like or accept that kind of turn of events. They were righteous and defenders of justice with moral codes and standards, Danny wasn't sure he could fulfill at the moment. Watching his new siblings arguing back and forth about Wraith, his new anti-hero alias Selina, Harley and Ivy had come up with, made his stomach sink every morning. In fact Danny was getting more and more scared with the passing days that his new family would kick him out the moment they learned about it just like his former parents had done.

He wished he had Jazz's contact to talk this over with her, but because of his situation Bruce found it better to wait a little longer before he could safely reach out to her. Maybe he could ask if Harley could talk with him instead.

A cup of tea was placed before him and Danny's head snapped up (when had he started to look down?) to find Alfred smiling calmly at him. "Master Daniel, I believe a nice cup of tea will help calm down your nerves."

"Thanks." Danny mumbled his hands cupping the cup and letting the warmth of it seep over his hands into his arms to comfort his nerves. He took a sip, eyes going wide for a moment before he looked over to Alfred who was currently taking away Tim's third cup of unfinished coffee while the other was distracted with the ongoing discussion. The old man gave him a knowing smile and Danny couldn't help the small grateful one that formed on its own, though he also couldn't help the slight feeling that Alfred knew what was frazzling Danny's nerves so much.

"Jason, maybe you can get into contact with Wraith?"

"Why the fuck should I?"

"You have a different reputation than us as Red Hood. He might be more willing to talk with you, to figure out his motives and such."

Danny choked on his tea, hurriedly placing the cup back on the table before pounding his own chest in a desperate attempt to get any tea that went down the airpipe out.

"Danny! Are you okay?" Dick was instantly on him, worried older brother vibes and all that.

He wheezed before breathing in relief once he stopped coughing, giving the oldest a barely hearable "I'm fine."

"<tt> Try not to die stupidly like this, Fenton." Damian clicked his tongue and Danny gave him a toothy grin.

"I am already half dead." He heard Jason snort. While the family thought Danny was just a Meta with ghost-like powers. Danny had explained his accident to them and how he died and revived with powers through it when they asked him why he was insisting through jokes that he was half dead. Jason and Dick were the only ones who really enjoyed his death related jokes and puns, the others were more worried about his mental state.

"Leave the death jokes to Todd, Fenton."

"Oh come on, don't ghost me like that! My jokes are just as much to die for then his are!"

"Fenton."

Danny just laughed, while the previous discussion made him fear for the future, he still loved the family he had gotten added into by sheer luck. He had come to quickly love them all and felt like his own weirdness fit perfectly into theirs. It truly made him hope that he could stay with them for a long time and maybe even add Jazz into the picture as well once his whole situation was more secured and Bruce would allow him to contact her and his friends.

Later that day Danny was in the library reading a book on Molecular Structure of the human biology and how it can mutate depending on external influence, as a preparation for his next endeavor as Wraith with Killer Croc, when he felt tapping on his shoulder.

Turning his head slightly Danny startled finding Cassandra in his personal space sitting next to him with a mirthful smile. She gave him a small wave as a greeting before sitting back a little, apparently satisfied with the fact that she sort of scared him there a little.

"Hey Cass." He smiled, putting one of the many bookmarks, Jason had distributed and stored away everywhere in an effort to stop his siblings from creating dog ears in books, on the page he was on before closing the book in his hands.

"You worry too much, relax." She signed with a reassuring smile once Danny had turned his full attention on her. Confused, the half ghost on the other hand tilted his head, puzzled about what Cass was going on about. He did feel rather relaxed right now.

"You being Wraith." Wide eyed Danny hurried to cover Cassandra's hands, like one would cover another's mouth if they blurred out a secret. His eyes hurriedly darted around in their surroundings but aside from the shelves filled with books Danny couldn't see nor sense anyone that might listen in on them.

Cass was shaking in silent laughter as Danny nervously turned back to look at her. "How…"

Slowly she freed her hands from his and patted them comfortingly before beginning to sign again, smiling knowingly. "I saw. Your body language is the same."

"I…" How was he going to explain this? He had gotten found out, was Cass going to tell him to leave now? Was this the end of his new found family life? It came sooner than he anticipated. Blankly he stared at his hands that uselessly lay in his lap on the book cover, one hand slowly moving to nervously trace unseen patterns on the books spine.

Danny did not see how Cass frowned at that action, all mirth gone from her smiles. She did not like her brother was drawing into himself, doubt and fear started to radiate from his body language and Cassander didn't like that even more. She moved a little closer, so that she would have an easier time to reach Danny and poked his cheek mercilessly until her little brother looked back up at her.

"No need to explain." She actually spoke instead of sign just to show Danny how serious she was. "It's fine. Funny even. Like Selina."

"But…" A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed, trying to find the right words. Cass waited patiently for him. "Mom and Dad… my former parents… they didn't accept me as a ghost hero…"

Cassandra nodded but didn't sign nor say anything, seeing that there was more her newest little brother wanted to say but still trying to find the right words for. It was something she could relate to. Unable to find the right words, hadn't she been through that before too. She lay a comforting hand down on Danny's shoulder, once more waiting patiently.

"I… I don't know if they will accept this… this turn of events. Especially in this family. You all are taking the Hero route and I…" Danny swallowed once more. "I can stop, I can change. I just don't… I don't want to lose another family…"

Before Danny knew what was happening he was enveloped in a warm hug, he blinked several times before realizing that Cass was hugging him tightly. He was held like this for a while before she drew back from him, poking him once more to make him look at her once more.

"No need. Don't stop." She spoke her voice, soft and smoothing while smiling at him brightly.

"But…" She shook her head, silencing whatever Danny wanted to say before giving him a mischievous smile, her hands letting go of his shoulder so sign her next words. "You are not hurting anyone, you keep them from killing, from being too dangerous to civilians, not really breaking any big laws. You help us in your own law breaking way. Like Jason does."

"I am not as good as him…" Danny mumbled still unsure but Cass only smiled fondly ruffling her little brother's hair.

"You started to smile more since you became Wraith." She flat out told him, causing Danny to look up at her stunned and she laughed silently. "Keep going. If you go too far, I will be there to pull you back."

"You're like Jazz…" Danny mumbled, finally with a little smile on his face and Cass returned it with a satisfying one of her own before pulling him in for another hug, he returned this time.

That night, Orphan watched happily how her little brother laughed carefree and freer than he had in a month sitting on Killer Croc shoulders, testing out his newest invention while the rogue was trying to get him off, unsuccessfully so far. Her other brothers surrounded the two and tried to figure out what was going on since Wraith was supposed to be their rogues gallery sidekick and not challenge them like that.

She laughed even when suddenly out of nowhere a USB-Stick hit Red Robin in the face. Obviously she had caught Wraith flinging it in his direction, but she was not about to tell them that. Orphan would let them figure that out on their own, meanwhile she was going to enjoy watching her newest little brother smile and laugh while being the chaos gremlin she had seen in him from day one as he was messing with the rogues as well as vigilantes / heroes of Gotham.

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